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Times are getting hard, my woman, money is getting scarce. Will you give your hand, my woman let us leave this place. wave goodbye to Everyone, Guess this is what it takes. Will you hold my hand, Tell me you wanna stay Gonna leave this land today cannot bear this flay you would be my true love, We can make anywhere home.
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Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
Hand of my love
Times are getting hard, my woman, money is getting scarce. Will you give your hand, my woman let us leave this place. wave goodbye to Everyone, Guess this is what it takes. Will you hold my hand, Tell me you wanna stay Gonna leave this land today cannot bear this flay you would be my true love, We can make anywhere home.
After going through a rough phase, the poet decides to leave the place to find a new start. He asks the love of his life to follow him to find a new place.
#love#pain#suffering#newstart#sad#hardtime
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deepak_achyutha
19/M/India
Nov 25, 2024
Nov 25, 2024 at 1:39 PM UTC
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